The Unruled Notebook

Xanthe - 'X' pronounced as Z means the Golden one :)

I don't know if this one counts for a poem. My rhyming sense failed miserably as emotion took over. A stinging emotion called nostalgia. A nostalgia which is synonymous to summer itself and a lot of other sweet things. Here goes: What is your favorite mango memory? share it with me here, won't you? :)

This is one of my favorite Summer memories! I wish adults can gang up and do stuff like this...Read on! :) Do you like ganging up and doing fun stuff? Have you done it? Share your memories here.

I just hope I did justice to 'B' :) I loved writing it, though!  That's all folks!  I will be back with an all exciting 'C' tomorrow, wait for it.  Will you? :)

A child of a broken home The whole of autumn, I looked for her Spent 21 springs living for her She never came; but she will someday A pirate ship An empty tunnel A pebble walk A lotus pond And a sunflower Looking through the dragon fly’s wings With the mystical moonlight it clings It was one of the strange things I bowed my head and the church bell rings A hungry bird A stained wall The distant cloud A flower pot My college road And pink polka dots Love gives no guarantees One of the poisonous animosities I was able to pray again Numbness  ain't  a prolonging disease A scarecrow An umbrella The railway track A shooting star A wooden cart And algebra It would last After all, a loss is a loss New wonders and endless possibilities, Set yourself free, your life is just beginning!